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do. Hello. Hello. And welcome to scary stories from Camp Roanoke. Come in from the cold and listen while we tell you some spooky stories. Usually ghost stories, sometimes folklore.

Somehow those two things get in her mix because they're like story-telling devices of old.

I don't know. Just fuck off. I'm Katie Wiggins. I'm Morgan Drisco.

And today's no different.

All right, Morgan is going to tell me some stories. What do you got?

Yeah, it's almost mid-December.

What? You know what that means.

This weekend, I finished putting up all my Christmas decorations.

I've been the full swing of Christmas, so I wanted to do some Christmas folklore.

Wonderful. I can't wait.

I've got four, really three different things, and they're all nutty, and I never heard of any of them before.

Oh, great.

I avoided crampus, and there's a lot of crampus-esque male spooky Christmas guys, and I didn't touch any of those. So maybe one day down the road we can. Bold. There's quite a few. I decided to go off of my normal radar. Okay. Spooky Christmas man is very me. Okay. Unusual Christmas folklore. Yeah. This works for me. You're going to love it, I think.

I think so, too.

And I hope everyone listening loves it. But if not, nah. The market is very oversaturated with Crampus right now. It is. It really is. Yeah, I'm thrilled. Hopefully all these get turned into movies. Okay, great. Okay. I'll do my best. I'm probably going to pronounce things wrong because there's a lot of Icelandic and Welsh things.

Oh, well, if it's Welsh, all bets are off.

You're going to pronounce it wrong.

So I'm just going to Google Iceland really quick.

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